“Come here, stunad,” he griped, and messed up my hair like I was a pesky kid, then threw his arm around my neck in a mini choke hold before he swung me around and kissed me. “Don’t be incorrigible. I’m hungry. What’s to eat?”
The next morning, one full day and two nights of solid grieving behind me, I knew I could not ignore what I’d seen. It was a Saturday, and I knew I was going to find Valerie somehow that day, and get the phone number of her detective.